Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.